The chandelier hanging above the dining table swings faintly, casting dramatic shadows against the doppelgänger’s features as he stares down his chosen ‘master.’

“You will never find a doppelgänger as domesticated as we are. Never.” Jude speaks matter of factly, tapping his fingers as he leans over the table. The extravagant hotel room is dark, lit only by a handful of oil lamps.